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Let's get it started (Get it started)
Let's keep it started (Keep it started)
Violator (Yeah, yeah)
The album (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, yo, this is for my mob and my thug niggas, ruff rydin' bug niggas
Def Jam, website, violate the club niggas
Screamin', "What? What?" niggas, y'all a bunch of butt niggas
Always want figures, but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit, but never put up niggas
Is it 'cause I bust with stuff that just shut up niggas?
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it
Or mix it with some Moët and sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album with a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract and rip it
Shame on your label for tryin' to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this table
I'm gon' always be here, and y'all always gon' fear
The Bronx, random records 'cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns, and we goin' out, what?
It ain't over, it ain't over
Uh, uh, I'm the one with the chrome in
The clothes, drop flows from the dome
With the ice, got the price of a home and a load
Sonja Bladee, just so you know, baby
Hold eighty, roll through you and your old lady
My wrist is dough, maybe, gold AV matchin' the navi'
Shit you won't find in Old Navy
Two hundred zero AD, still live shit
Spit to divide cliques, on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the Vibe clip, pretty eyes, lips
Thighs, hips, everything five and six
Height five-six, jeans five-six
Benz green, five and six, heatin' five or six
We know dice hits, one cream four
For true green, five-six, Cee-Lo
Any ego, so how you flippin' grams, yo?
I'm touchin' keys like pianos
And gettin' dough like Tony Soprano
Ayo, my niggas is on the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm Melvin Flint, I'm doin' the porn
Ayo, y'all niggas is faker than a three dollar bill
And I don't shoot to bust, yo, I shoot to kill
What's goin' on, yo? The jump off, the jump off slow
Yo, I'm in 5-0-0-0, pass that ho
After you get done with it, yo, let me hit it
Your bitches know how I come, I bring the cock with it
Order the Dom P., you know I gotta rock with it
I airplane the ho like I cockpit it
Yo, I love my niggas, don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts, then I order my licks
Foundation, motherfucker, like the bottom of bricks
I'm from Iraq, nigga, with Dominican hits
Puerto Rican motherfuckers, yo, your fate they fix
Violator, motherfucker
Yo, yo, I told these niggas from the giddy-up
Y'all give me sixteen, I tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe, then tell 'em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all I text is rounds
Pop partner and his players disrespectin' clowns
Bringin' guns, weed, and coke to connects in town
See, I pop niggas like corn
And real killers do killings with the lights on
I knock 'em out 'cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me? Lefty gun up in my right palm
It's Mysonne, see Mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a whore with the Glock to your jaw
See, Mysonne is the one that hit the block with the raw
For his money, Mysonne air the block with the four
Y'all cowards don't want war, y'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champagne
'Cause when it comes to this street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scenes, police lines, nigga, white sheet shit
Y'all roll with niggas, I'm the one they roll with
Y'all go get niggas, I'm the one they go get
Y'all niggas don't want nothin' to do with me
'Cause I spit guns and rhymes like there's two of me, motherfucker
You niggas can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show 'em when it's time to blow 'em and bolt
We've been through way worse than war, razor fights and more
Left niggas with leaks, holes, and wide jaws
Be the quiet storm, fear how you on the scale fall
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to raw
We did the street life, y'all niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me, you head on, fight me, you dead wrong
'Cause nowadays you'll only get wet with my dead arm
Don't let the song twist you, the four hit you
Have you keyed up, gaspin' for breath on the floor crippled
Infamous, we take it to the extreme, my word
Especially when a nigga mistake me for Herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose with the Desert bird
I could show better than tell, you niggas heard
Giddy-up now, it's like we horseback saddlin'
Ride beats like we rowin' a boat and we paddlin'
Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challengin'
Blow one all in your kneecap, leavin' you staggerin'
Scramblin', 'cause there's a whole lot of shit we be handlin'
My hands all in the money, fuck it, we dibble and dabblin'
Got you imaginin' how this could really all be happenin'
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to Maryland
Blow, put one in a nigga who be ramblin'
And blow a hundred thou' if y'all niggas is really gamblin'
Gritty niggas feel the snap, pop, even the cracklin'
You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas rattlin'
Travelin' to see niggas from Howard U. to Grambling
Round up my niggas to form in large gatherings
Yo, rattle the niggas who want battlin'
Beat you in the same place until the bruise start blackenin'
C-E-O, niggas stay general managin'
Flipmode, dough in them heavy bundles we carryin', yo
Analyze how many live niggas crammin' in
We throw a three-pointer while y'all niggas throw a javelin
Sweatin' your whole shit, feel your clothes dampenin'
Dancin' in a line of four-wheel drives, we lampin' in
The gat be at arm's length up in the door panelin'
Unravelin' the truth on how niggas remain champions
Flipmode, Violator, we always silence shit
What the fuck is wrong with y'all?
Cut that shit off now
Cut it off, nigga
Cut it off, nigga
Go